we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

*Cannival*

Cannival

Before the wolf had the opportunity to respond to Cannival's threat, another white knight appeared to 'rescue' Motif. This one though, was black as the soot that covered them all. She gave the new male a once over, seeing his many battle wounds and scars and the way that he favored his left hind leg. This stranger seemed much less threatening then the white one who stood before her. The wolf pleaded for her to release his niece, and in her frustration Cannival failed to think on what that meant. He was the brother of either Shaye or Rhyme, and that was something that would have cowed the lioness if she was calm enough to consider it.

"Seriously?" She spun to face him, right paw still placed protectively over the pup beneath her. "You all must think so very little of Shaye and Rhyme if you feel they are incompetent enough to let a lioness sneak past their borders undetected." Her massive paw lifted from Motif and was pulled back to gesture behind her, to the burning depths of the Thicket. "Or are you stupid enough to think that I'd run across the border- which, unless you hadn't noticed, is on fire- steal a pup, and then what? Continue east and carry her into the ocean? Turn tail back through the blaze to escape unnoticed?" Her voice cracked and her breathing became ragged as the remnants of smoke constricted her throat.

Cannival continued to hold her ground, tail whipping vehemently behind her. She wanted nothing more in the moment then to just grab Motif and run, to take her to safety, bath her gently in the river and await Shaye and Rhyme so they could sort this whole mess out. However much she might have hoped for it, she knew how unlikely it was that these wolves would let that happen. Cannival wanted to live here- to be at peace with others that she could one day call family- but there was a crisis... and she couldn't fault anyone for their prejudice in these trying times, no matter how much it hurt.

With a heavy sigh, the cat forced herself to let go of her tension. The muscles in her limbs relaxed to take up a neutral stance with four paws upon the ground. Long, black claws found their sheaths, and her tail dropped to rest between her hind legs. She dipped her head between her forepaws to lick the top of Motif's muzzle gently.

"Go to your uncle." Cannival told her, pausing before nudging her nose against the pup's back end to push her out from beneath her.

Cannival let her gaze drift over the men, and then turned. Seeing a nearby tree- and that the fire did not show signs of coming this far towards them -the lioness pushed off the ground to catch a low hanging branch. She scrambled up, and found a place to settle that was high above the wolves reach but still thick enough to support her weight. Her oversized head flopped down in dejection onto her forepaws, golden eyes intent upon the distant flames that looked as if they might touch the sky.

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